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Film Women

Soylent

Green

Yesterday I rewatched the movie Soylent Green, which I saw on the big screen in 1973.

Those were times when the System hadn’t yet completely poisoned the minds of whites to the point of making them believe there was a war between male and female, and that the System was going to protect females through legal and cultural reforms…

I was particularly struck by the scene where police officer Robert Thorn (Charlton Heston) enters the party of Shirl, a beautiful young woman referred to as “piece of furniture,” who had been assigned as a sex slave to a wealthy, although very humane, shareholder (the party takes place after the shareholder was murdered by the Soylent company).

Thorn arrives at the party and, although he defends the women from the concierge’s abusive behaviour, the way he takes a glass of ice from a beautiful blonde, and momentarily a cigarette from another young woman (he takes a drag and gives it back), as well as ordering Shirl to go straight to bed, portrays how the culture at that time perceived male-female relationships.

There’s another scene, my favourite in the film: when Sol Roth (Edward G. Robinson), an elderly former teacher and Thorn’s deputy, realises that the cookies the government distributes to the hungry and unemployed town are made from recycled human waste, and decides to go to the local euthanasia centre.

“Home” is a public institution where people can go to end their miserable lives in a calm and peaceful environment, with images and videos. In fact, at “Home” Roth can enjoy, for twenty minutes before dying, classical music (we hear the opening bars of Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony) and beautiful scenes of nature, in which we can see what the world was like before the ecological disaster.

The preceding scene, when Sol walks towards Home, fascinates me for many reasons.

For a decadent society like ours to have “Homes” everywhere for those who can no longer endure living in the West’s darkest hour, it would first have to overcome Christian ethics. Very few people know that psychiatry is based on these ethics, even though it is presumably a medical profession and one hundred per cent secular.

In reality, if the ancient Greeks already knew the trauma model of mental disorders—that is, that some parents drive their children mad (as Clytemnestra drove mad her daughter Electra)—it was simply because the Greco-Roman world lacked the commandment to honour your parents. The Greek playwrights who wrote family tragedies saw things as they were and called a spade a spade.

Given the Aryan’s enslavement to the Fourth Commandment, in Christendom blaming parents was done indirectly, as revealed in fairy tales (in addition to that post, I also uploaded others about Snow White, Hansel & Gretel, and Peter Pan). In the 21st century, the Fourth Commandment persists in secular writers. In the Harry Potter books and films, for example, there is the same shift we observe in the aforementioned fairy tales: from Harry’s parents to his uncle and aunt to avoid touching the parental deities (the perpetrators in real life).

Now then: psychiatry blames the brains of children with disorders or suicidal ideation without any proof that their condition is biomedical, as Robert Whitaker says in this brief clip. And if it dismisses the trauma model without refuting it, it is due to its neochristian ethics: never taking parents off their pedestal. I discuss this in a passage of my trilogy, and I believe I’m the first critic of the profession to connect Christian ethics with this pseudoscience taught in medical schools.

But I’ve gone way off on a tangent. I was saying that my favourite scene is when Sol walks on his way to Home to be euthanised in a very pleasant ceremony.

For the West to have free euthanasia centres for those who can no longer endure this nightmare, with branches of “Homes” everywhere, it would have had to first reject Christian ethics.

In the Middle Ages, suicide or suicidal ideation was considered a sin of divine lèse-majesté because it was assumed that only God (that is, the god of the Jews) had the right to take a life, even one’s own. But almost no one knows that after the so-called Enlightenment, this divine lèse-majesté sin was renamed in psychiatry as “brain disorder of unknown aetiology.” That is to say, the Christian and atheistic neochristian moral compass is the same. The pseudoscientists simply replaced one myth with another, while suicide or assisted suicide was tolerated in pre-Constantine Rome, given that the Romans didn’t then obey the commands of the Jewish god. The transition from divine lèse-majesté to “biomedical entity of unknown aetiology” (that is: no biological marker yet found) was an axiological alchemy whose substrate had always been a Judeo-Christian mandate internalised in the Aryan collective unconscious.

What I liked about the Soylent Green scene since adolescence was that it offered a release from the horrors of that dystopian world for an old man, Sol, who lived only on nostalgia, having lived in times before the environmental and demographic collapse we see in the film. What fascinated me most was the moment when Sol arrived walking to Home, and a very pleasant girl opened the door for him before he even knocked. That’s the kind of white women I saw in my day, and my longing for them is endless!

Although there are few white people in Mexico, I remember their mannerisms, and it fills me with great nostalgia to recall memories of women behaving like women!

Since my mind was formed in the 1960s and the first half of the 70s, I retained that image of women. So when I see for a few seconds the films made today, with extremely masculinized women and extremely feminized men—the opposite of the woman above or officer Thorn—, I feel such infinite repulsion that I not only stop watching the audio-visual monstrosity that the System puts in front of me, but I can’t even talk to those who enjoy such things!

The saddest thing of all is that people of my generation seem to have forgotten those traditional male-female roles (even though as kids they also saw films like Soylent Green on the big screen), and they jump on the Ship of Fools, watching and enjoying what is being done in the film industry today.

The DVD with the title they gave it in Spanish on a shelf in my studio.

In my day, there were cafes in Mexico City where some men, descendants of Spaniards, would go to chat in the afternoons. Now there’s nothing like that anymore. After my workday (basically proofreading my trilogy), it’s sad that I have to watch a movie like the one I saw yesterday because those cafes are gone and I can’t talk to anyone in this city of over twenty million inhabitants! And since I naturally don’t watch the FIFA World Cup 2026 matches (Mexico played against Korea yesterday), at least yesterday I could take refuge in one of the DVDs I have of movies I saw as a kid…

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Feminism Real men

Phalanx

by The Hellenist

Equal rights for women requires men to be neutered.

Neutered men, however, cannot defend a nation from subversive merchants.

Equal rights for women is therefore national suicide.

Only by the destruction of feminism will men regrow their manhood [Editor’s emphasis] and subjugate the merchants.

Plato warned explicitly in his Republic that when you flatten a society with equality, you destroy the natural hierarchy. Men lose their edge, become obsessed with comfort, and trade the severe discipline of the gymnasium for soft, civilian luxury. Once you level the sexes, you strip the protective class of the raw masculine spine required to form a phalanx.

Aristotle took it a step further by mapping out exactly what happens next. He argued that a nation dominated by merchant interests, trading, and luxury will always turn corrupt. When the men of a nation are softened by comfort and untethered from their traditional duty as masters of the household, they lose the ability to see or resist mercantile subversion. They stop acting like guardians and start acting like helpless consumers, leaving the gates wide open for hostile forces to buy up the infrastructure.

The great historian Polybius called this predictable cycle of decay anacyclosis. He showed that when a state descends into chaos and mob rule, nobody is coming to save it through a standard political vote. The only historical cure for terminal decadence is a severe, uncompromising reset—a tectonic return to right order and the absolute authority of the man as lord of the household.

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Quotable quotes William Pierce

“The worst

enemies of our race always have been our own degenerates… Those with no self-respect or sense of identity, who are always ready to take up every alien fad, whether it’s drugs or rap music or dating ‘groids!”

—William Pierce

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Individualism Schutzstaffel (SS)

Weak souls

Viele Menschen werden dich fragen, was du wirklich mit deinem Leben machst, doch diese Menschen haben eine so schwache Seele, dass sie einen Kampf, der größer ist als sie selbst, nicht begreifen könnten.

Many people will ask you what you are really doing with your life, but these people have such weak souls that they could not comprehend a struggle greater than themselves.

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Correspondence

Emails

On Friday, 1 May 2026 in the morning, C.T. wrote:

Does nobody in the UK really think like the heroes of The Turner Diaries?

César

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Dear César,

To answer your question: Absolutely no one—not a person I have ever met; not a person I have encountered online; not a single dissident right online article I have ever read.

You’re right on Nick Griffin. He’s the epitome of Nietzsche’s ‘last man’ (and trying to impose it on others here as a ‘solution’).

There are three options, two of which are false:

• Berk’s dissident right re-migration.

• Nick’s Christian ‘community-building’/Aryan diaspora surrender.

• The West’s Darkest Hour perspective.

But this nation’s men are such filth. I think, more than America, if the UK’s Aryans are to survive, WDH content must reach them.

I think Nick’s rational analysis of politics failure in the article is sound; everything else he writes is rubbish. Also, he has not accounted for how violent, and how anti-white the racial enemies are.

Thomas 2

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My response for this blog:

“Absolutely no one”? Wow! We are truly living in the darkest hour for the white race. Perhaps it’s worth mentioning that I’ve been watching old Sherlock Holmes movies lately and felt a kind of nostalgia for a world where only beautiful whites inhabited that island.

The main culprit behind all this mess is the Aryan man—not the Jew: the latter merely takes advantage of Aryan stupidity—, who has accepted Christian ethics, as is clear in the quotes from Adam Green’s book that I recently posted.

But returning to the English, only Nietzsche portrayed them clearly, although nowadays the Germans themselves—in fact, all the Aryans of the world—have already allowed themselves to be infected by neochristianity. Nietzsche wrote:

In England one must rehabilitate oneself after every little emancipation from theology by showing in a veritably awe-inspiring manner what a moral fanatic one is. That is the penance they pay there. —We others hold otherwise. When one gives up the Christian faith, one pulls the right to Christian morality out from under one’s feet.

As readers of this site know, Wokism is essentially atheistic hyper-Christianity from an axiological perspective. In other words, the morality of the New Testament is far more deeply ingrained in today’s atheists than in traditional Christians.

Therefore—

Fuck Xtians & atheists!

Umwertuung aller Werte!

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Beauty Correspondence Painting

Dear César,

I was browsing around a second-hand charity shop bookstore the other day, and picked this book up (attached picture) for a few pounds. I’ve now examined it throughout twice (so far), and found some of my favourite paintings (I like most of them, and there are many more… one good formal ball scene was spoiled by the presence of a nigger serving boy).

I had a brief, well, what I would call spiritual crisis earlier… examining the elegance of the pictures and the often sumptuous settings, that delicacy and grace, and the reserved yet carefree nature of the subjects, and realising that neither the scenes – the architecture, the furnishings, the décor, the sense of space and modest charm, nor the paintings themselves could ever be recreated in our garish and vulgar modern world.

What beauty is there today? How on earth could an artist draw inspiration from our sprawl? It made me extremely sad, examining a world lost (that cannot even be painted adequately today, not if one kept to the artistic requirement of realism! It would feel contrived if even attempted! All we have to paint is ruins and relics – no people would suit the aesthetic requirement; hopefully some in bodies, none in dress).

I’ll attach a few of the images for you. I like dwelling on these sorts of books, but, as with the landscape pieces (which made me almost as sad as the portraits and interior scenes)… I just know all we have is litter and decay these days. The streets were so clean, so well laid out, tended to, and verdant, all quiet colonnades and verdant parks, reserved public buildings in good upkeep; respected (I remember also, as counterpoint, Gustave Doré’s illustrations of the Victorian squalor of London, but I look to continental Europe during this period for the most inspiration, England having been ruined visually – and in terms of settlement – by the Industrial Revolution, and never recovering from that ugly loss).

I see why this must be reclaimed, along with the best of our physical bodies, as an aesthetic impulse, but will art ever recover? I don’t think it will in my lifetime. I was sobbing a little there, to myself, withholding tears.

Best regards,

Ben

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Friedrich Nietzsche

Friedrich

by Athenaeum Book Club

Friedrich Nietzsche predicted that the collapse of belief in God wouldn’t liberate man… it would unravel him.

In The Gay Science, Nietzsche writes, “God is dead.”

He saw that once a civilisation loses its highest values, it doesn’t immediately replace them. It forgets how to justify anything at all.

Nietzsche warned that this vacuum would give rise to nihilism… the quiet belief that nothing really matters.

And from that void, two types emerge: the “last man,” who seeks only comfort and safety, and the tyrant, who creates values by force.

The last man avoids suffering, avoids risk, avoids greatness. He lives longer, but smaller.

Nietzsche’s fear was mediocrity: a world where people no longer aim high enough to even fail.

He believed that without a shared moral horizon, man would not rise to freedom. He would sink into triviality, distraction, and soft decay.

And in that world, power doesn’t disappear.

It just finds new hands.

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Aryan beauty NS booklets

Booklets, 2

Several years ago, I received several booklets in the post that I had bought from an American distributor. Some time later, I wrote on the blank pages of the following booklet (my Spanish-English translation):

SS Leitheft, year 7, issue 2b.

After all this time, I am returning to reading these booklets because only now have I matured enough to criticise this naive NS who was never openly anti-Christian. Note that I am not criticising Hitler, but the German people who had to write these politically correct things so as not to break completely with tradition.

But I am having second thoughts. I think I should first read Richard Weikart’s book on Hitler’s anti-Christianity and only then return to these booklets. Otherwise, it’s like putting the cart before the horse.

The fact is that the Nazis Lite [who wrote it] weren’t like Hitler. Perhaps my new series should be titled “NS Lite 1,” “NS Lite 2,” etc., after reading Richard’s book.

In stark contrast to what I said today in the thread whose article features a nightmarish drawing by degenerate Swiss artist H.R. Giger, in this booklet we read:

What We Find Beautiful—That is Race!

There were once strange people in Germany. Their slogan was—and in the jewized Anglo-Saxon world it is still screamed at the top of the lungs—the assertion of the equality of everything that bears a human face. These strange preachers, erring lunatics and intentional liars, should have marched with us, when we entered the ghettos of Lublin and Warsaw, or when we drove together the first black prisoners in the west! Then these equalisers would have had the right material for observation, and we would have gladly allowed them to voluntarily mix into the ranks of their crooked-nosed, flat-footed “brothers” or among the thick-lipped Negroes. That such thinking could ever find any place at all among our folk, is because within a clan many really consider it a coincidence, if the children come into the world sometimes black-haired, sometimes blond-haired, sometimes tall, sometimes short, sometimes slender, sometimes chubby. Even our peasants, who are refined breeders of farm animals with precise knowledge of breeds of domestic animals, appear to have forgotten everything within their own home and think human breeding is nonsense, if not immoral.

It has already been a success that the concept of race is expressed in our folklore at all.

But long is still the path to the implementation of the consequences that must be derived from the scientific knowledge for all and each individual.

And it is ever more difficult to affirm the working of the laws of race in those spheres that appear to be so far removed from the physical-external that they are considered a private matter. And even if the equality of the countenance is no longer believed, many still want to think that men are the same when it comes down to feelings, love, aversion, beauty and justice. [pages 7-8]

Although I read the passage in the printed booklet whose image we see above, to avoid typing I copied and pasted this passage from Renegade Tribune (specifically, here). I’ve known about that site for a long time and love that they put Goodrich’s Hellstorm at the top. But until today, I didn’t know that Renegade Tribune has excellent NS material, including links to Bitchute of our Führer’s after-dinner talks. The booklet continues:

Many Folks—Nonetheless One Ideal!

When, for example, the soil of the ancient world, hence the Hellenic-Roman folks of the time two thousand years ago, today reveals marble statues, then it is as if one of our brothers, indeed the best looking one, is there chiselled into stone. Only a few externalities of the ancient figures seem strange to us, but without hesitation we take them as paradigms, and for centuries the German world, lacking it own supreme masterpieces, admired the Greek artworks as an ideal […].

The word “race” gives the key to the explanation. And if we had nothing more about the Greek works of art, no text and nothing written—from these portrayals we could see they were men of Nordic blood, immigrants and descendants of the great tribe that even today still fills our land with its blood.

Among our Germanic ancestors, it was the opposite. Their artworks, presumably carved in wood, have long since perished in the damp German soil. But here the witness of the fairy tales, sagas and heroic songs speaks a clear language. Where beauty and manliness are portrayed there, we read the adjectives “strong, tall and blond”. Women are praised because of the shimmering white of their skin, their tenderness and the rose colour of their cheecks. The kindly goddess of Germanic man, the older example of “our dear wives”, is Berchta, whose name downright means the “light one”, the “radiant one”. [pages 9-10]

But on that same page 10 and the next, we see a monocausal slant: mentioning Jewry, but not Judeo-Christianity which has rammed the Jew’s dick down the white throat (see Giger’s drawing). Although Renegade Tribune does acknowledge the Christian Question, it doesn’t present it as the primary source of Western decline.

In the next chapter of the booklet we see a beautiful poem, although translated from German into English something must be lost. It seems to portray in verse what I have conveyed on this site in images with the paintings of Parrish and other artists:

So sings Walther von der Vogelweide:

Sweetened through and flowered are the pure women:
There was never anything so blissful to look at
In the skies, nor on the earths, nor in all the green pastures.
Where one sees a beautiful woman, that can moisten sad disposition.
And dissolves everything sorrowful at the same hour,
When her sweet, red mouth dearly laughs in love,
And rays shoot from plating eyes into the base of the man’s heart.

This reminds me of an afterthought attributed to David Lane about the second 14 words: that female beauty turned out to be a lie. That’s relative. It’s only a lie when it comes to the millions of Pod women mentioned in my comment on “Damn Christians.” But it is not a lie if we reinstate patriarchy to the extent of transvaluing Woke values to the world of Jane Austen in terms of sexual morality. “Women are automatons,” a friend just told me. I would add that they would behave only if men reclaimed their manhood (something I will discuss in one of my next comments on Breaking Bad).

On the next page of the booklet’s poem, we see a reproduction of an image of the Virgin Mary in Freiburg Cathedral as an example of nobility of soul. True, but let us remember that the Church only allowed this type of artistic eulogy to Aryan women in the context that they were Semites: something false insofar as those Christians didn’t know what the kikes of first-century Palestine looked like! The editors of the booklet do not seem to have realised that their POV was ambivalent, and even less did they know that after 1945 the Semitic side would triumph decisively over the Aryan, to such an extent that the body of the Aryan woman is now only venerated in a culture that thoroughly degrades it.

In a blank space in this booklet that I read years ago, I wrote:

In my post, I will say that Richard Wagner was a stepping stone. And so were these booklets: another stone from Christianity to ancient paganism.

I do not criticise them, because it was natural to convince the German people step by step. Now, in The West’s Darkest Hour, only the ultimate truth must be told.

Regarding the “stepping stones,” I was referring to my metaphor of crossing back the psychological Rubicon to Greco-Roman values.

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Degenerate art Feminism Film

Breaking

Bad, 1

What I said in yesterday’s post means that, from now on, I must take off the gloves on this site and start throwing hard punches at those to the left of the Nazi: whites in general and white nationalists in particular.

I’ve been looking at ratings pages for the most popular television series. Breaking Bad came out on top in several of the lists.

If Breaking Bad has the reputation of being the best series, that means it is a portrait of the American psyche of the 21st century, as novels such as Ben Hur and Uncle Tom’s Cabin were in the past (I was one year old when the movie Ben Hur, starring Charlton Heston, hit the big screen). Just as these novels completely sold out to Christian ethics were supertoxic to the Aryan DNA of Americans of yesteryear, so are all the Netflix and HBO series today. But let’s focus on just one, presumably the best.

Remember that in the final essay of On Beth’s Cute Tits I critically reviewed each of the 73 episodes of Game of Thrones (GoT) because of the crazy feminism of that famous series. Although I had already written an article about Breaking Bad in September 2022, I will now do the same thing I did with GoT with each of the 62 episodes of Breaking Bad. I am doing this because I have realised that only the punches of hatred in my writings cure me of depression (remember the words of Colin Ross, who coined the expression trauma model: “The best antidepressant on the market is anger”).

The first episode of the first season of Breaking Bad is titled:
 

Pilot

The first toxic message appears at the beginning of “Pilot”. Walter White, the main character, tells his wife Skyler White in a video he records that she is the love of his life. Remember that Savitri Devi said she would despise a man who put her before him. A real man shouldn’t idolise his wife. It was precisely unconditional love that made my father believe the slander my mother spread about me (eventually, because he believed those lies, he murdered my soul). A real man can love his wife, but never idolise her. A true man loves his race, and his primary bond should be with other men—Männerbund—and his firstborn son, who should inherit his worldview, scale of values and property.

Walter White’s only child, Walter Jr. (“Flynn”), who was born with cerebral palsy, would have been euthanised in Sparta. In the first episode, in addition to his wife, Walter also addresses a message to his son in the opening scene of the video, as before committing suicide he planned to send his family a video as a posthumous farewell message. That is the second toxic message of the episode: to love defective offspring because Christian ethics prevent us from performing the most basic euthanasia, something that the pagan Hitler wanted to transvalue with his Aktion T4 programme.

The following family scene shows that Walter Jr. is even a little shit. If Christianity prevented me from euthanising him as a baby, I would disown such a creature and let the female raise him without a penny from me. But of course: Americans, including the misnamed white nationalists, live under a culture, government and laws inspired by Judeo-Christianity, not the pagan Greco-Roman world.

Authorisation drafted and signed in October 1939 by Hitler for the euthanasia programme. The Spartans would be proud!

In the following toxic message, we see Walter White teaching a mixed class: boys with girls. This is a modern aberration: Boys should be educated to wage war (exterminate Neanderthals) and girls to procreate warriors. The reason American racialists don’t want to see the obvious is that, in reality, they don’t care about their race (see the book linked above that includes my critical essay on feminism).

We see the following toxic message at Walter White’s birthday party, where women and men are mixed. This didn’t happen in more civilised times, when men and women only mixed liberally at balls intended for finding a partner to comply with the 14 words (as in Jane Austen’s England). All the women at the party at White’s house have been empowered in the ethnosuicidal American society of our century (one or no children per woman, etc.), when in a normal world it is the man who chooses how many children he will have.

Hank Schrader is Walter’s brother-in-law and a member of the DEA. We see the next toxic message at the same party, where we see for the first time that Gomey, Hank’s right-hand man, is Hispanic: someone who should never have been an American citizen; and if there are millions of Gomeys in the US we owe it to the damn Christians.

In the next toxic message, we see Skyler masturbating her husband Walter in their marital bed while Skyler is busy on her laptop: a distraction. In a normal world, serious instruments would only be used by adult males, say, the heads of households of ancient Greece with the right to vote.

In the next toxic message, after Walter is diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, we see Skyler scolding him because her husband used a credit card, presumably, for lab tests (the woman ignores he has cancer). In a normal world, only men would be in charge of family finances.

We see the next toxic message when Walter White and Jesse Pinkman, the second most important character in the series, begin cooking methamphetamine for the first time in the desert, far from the madding crowd. But the director chose degenerate music for the scene, inspired by the anti-music of blacks. That anti-music perfectly represents the corrupt soul of contemporary white men: not just gringos. When Walter flees in the van after chemically knocking out a gook and a spic who wanted to kill him, we hear niggers’ rap as background music. In the final scene Walter makes love to his wife with degenerate music, but this time apparently composed and played by white people.

It’s truly incredible how overt anger heals a depressed soul (something that applies not only to the fictional Walter White, but also to the author of these lines)!

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Justice / revenge Turner Diaries (novel)

In honour

of The Turner Diaries, 8

Although the Whites are badly outnumbered in only a few mixed neighborhoods, they seem to have lost the feeling of identity and unity which the Blacks and Chicanos still have.

Most of all, though, many of them seem to be convinced that any effort at self-defense would be “racist,” and they fear being thought of as racists—or thinking of themselves that way—more than they fear death. Even when gangs of Blacks took their children away or raped their women before their eyes, they offered no significant resistance. Really sick!

It’s hard for me to feel sorry for Whites who won’t even try to protect themselves, and it’s even harder for me to understand why we should take chances and knock ourselves out to save such brainwashed scum from the fate they richly deserve. And yet it is in the mixed areas that we’re having the most trouble and taking the most chances! [page 152]
 

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But about 10 per cent of them are not from the border areas at all. They are White volunteers who have deliberately crossed over to join our fight. Some have come from as far as the East Coast, whole families as well as young men, who made their decision as soon as it became apparent to the country that our revolution has indeed established a foothold here. [page 156]
 

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And even if we could hang that many people, there would be no good reason for it; most of that 10 per cent are really no worse than most of the other 90 per cent. They have been brainwashed; they are weak and selfish; they have no sense of racial loyalty—but the same things are true of most people these days. People are what they have become, and we have to accept that—as a starting point.

Actually, it has been true all through history that only small portions of a population are either good or evil. The great bulk are morally neutral—incapable of distinguishing absolute right from absolute wrong—and they take their cue from whoever is on top at the moment.

When good men are the rulers and the program-makers for a society, the population as a whole will reflect this, and people with no originality or moral sense of direction of their own will nevertheless fervently support the highest aims of their society. But when evil men rule, as has been the case in America for many years now, most of the population will wallow happily in degeneracy of the worst kind and will self-righteously parrot every filthy and destructive idea that they have been taught.

Most judges today, most teachers, actors, civic figures, etc., are not being consciously and deliberately evil, or even cynical, in following the lead of the Jews. They think of themselves as being “good citizens,” just as they would think of themselves if they were acting in a diametrically opposite way under the influence of good leaders.

Thus, there is no point in killing them all. This moral weakness will have to be bred out of the race over hundreds of generations. For now it is sufficient for us to eliminate the consciously evil portion of the population—plus a few hundred thousand of our morally crippled “good citizens” across the country, as an example to the rest.

The hanging of a few of the worst race-criminals in every neighborhood in America will help enormously in straightening out the majority of the population and reorienting their thinking. In fact, it will not only help, but it is absolutely necessary. The people require a strong psychological shock to break old habits of thought.

I understand all this, yet I must admit that I was troubled by some of the things I witnessed today.

When the arrests first started the public didn’t realize what was coming, and many citizens were cocky and abusive. I was present shortly before dawn when the soldiers dragged about a dozen young people out of a large house near one of the university campuses, and they, as well as their housemates who were not arrested, were screaming obscenities at our men and spitting on them. All but one of those arrested here were either Jews, Blacks, or mongrels of various sorts, and two of the loudest of them were immediately shot, while the others were herded into a marching column.

The last was a White girl, about 19, a bit flabby but still pretty. The shootings had calmed her down enough so that she was no longer screaming, “Racist pigs!” at the soldiers, but when the preparations for her hanging shortly thereafter awakened her to her own fate, she became hysterical. Informed that she was about to pay the price for defiling her race by living with a Black lover, the girl wailed, “But why me?”

As the rope was knotted around her neck, she blubbered out, “I was only doing what everyone else was. Why are you picking on me? It’s not fair! What about Helen? She was sleeping with him too.” At this last outcry before the girl’s breath was cut off forever, one of the other girls (presumably Helen) in the group of now-silent spectators on the lawn shrank back in terror.

Of course, no one answered the girl’s question, “Why me?” The answer is simply that her name happened to be on our list and Helen’s didn’t. There’s nothing “fair” about that—or unfair either. The girl who was hanged deserved what she got. Helen probably deserves the same fate—and she is undoubtedly suffering the torments of the damned now, in fear that she eventually will be found out and forced to pay the price her friend did.

This little episode has taught me something about political terror. Its very arbitrariness and unpredictability are important aspects of its effectiveness. There are a great many people in Helen’s situation, whose fear that lightning may strike them at any moment will keep them walking on eggs.

The melancholy aspect of the episode is epitomized in the girl’s lament, “I was only doing what everyone else was.” That is a bit of an exaggeration, but it is true enough that had others not set a bad example for her the girl probably would not have become a race-criminal. She paid as much for the sins of others as for her own. Now I realize more than ever before how essential it is that we instill in all our people a new moral basis, a new set of fundamental values, so that they will no longer be morally adrift like that unfortunate girl was—and like the great majority of Americans today are.

This total lack of any healthy or natural morality was brought home to me again just before noon. We were hanging a group of about 40 land developers and real estate brokers outside the offices of the Los Angeles County Fair Housing Association. They had all participated in a special program which made lower mortgage rates available for racially mixed families buying homes in predominantly White neighborhoods. One of the realtors was a sturdy, handsome fellow of about 35 with a blond crew cut. He was vehemently defending himself: “Hell, I never agreed with any of this race-mixing crap. It makes me sick to my stomach to see these mixed families with their mongrel brats. But a man has to earn a living. I was told by the head building inspector in the county that it would be a lot easier to avoid building-code violations for those realtors who went along with the special mortgage program.”

Without realizing it, he was telling us that a bigger income came before racial loyalty in his set of values—something which is unfortunately true also of a great many who were not hanged today. Well, he made his choice freely, and he hardly deserves any sympathy. [pages 166-168]